Tmoxin Temi
Blood Monarch

Tmoxin had no doubt that the Confederacy would firmly plant itself in the Southern Systems over time. But restriction to one area of the galaxy had its drawbacks.As she oversaw the arrangement of a few tables filled with delicacies from not just the foggy CSA world on which she sought to entertain, but also from up and down the Corellian Run, she practiced what she might want to say to her small audience.
Everyone likes the idea of freedom, right? Like chocolate and strawberries, or a fancy speeder, or a rectangular sunbeam as it appears on your lap while you’re reading by a window overlooking a beautiful view.
While freedom as a concept obviously transcended all of these material things, the less tangible and ambient emotional connection to the word freedom? Tmoxin was hoping to at least recreate the mood of that for her hosts on Cato Neimoidia.
She recalled a meeting on Naboo with [member="Lady Kay"] who’d eschewed alcohol for tea. That would be served, of course. Tmoxin had not yet met the Senator [member="Natalie LaForte"] but there would be a generous amount of alcohol available if she enjoyed champagne at lunchtime as well.
The small meeting room in the largest bridge cities held the most breathtaking view. The Hapan executive and Archon of the Dark Jedi stood besides the window, sipping a glass of Breath of Heaven as she marveled at the fog-shrouded mountains around them.